The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When Amanda returned to her room she found that her bags had been completely unpacked and the clothes put away, apart from her black jersey bias cut dress which was laid out on the bed with a new pair of stockings. On the floor in front of the bed was Amanda’s only pair of heeled shoes, black fortunately and with open toes. The shoes had been bought with the dress for Amanda’s cousin’s wedding that April and it had taken all her guile to persuade her mum that the outfit was more ‘appropriate’ than the flowery sack her mum preferred. Amanda had worn stockings a couple of times, the first time at that very wedding although of course her mum never knew; and had even been rebellious enough to wear them under her school uniform once, but so as not to get caught had needed to wear her longest skirt and so the effect had gone unnoticed.

Amanda picked up the packet and looked at the picture on the front, a young blonde in a similar dress to Amanda’s, her back to the camera showing the thin seam that ran up the back of a pair of impossibly long legs. Amanda certainly had never worn seamed stockings, let alone hold-ups. She opened the package and felt the sensual smoothness, then, remembering something her mum had told her she put the stockings down and went to her dressing table.

A small bottle of moisturiser that some aunt had bought her the previous Christmas had been added to her rapidly expanding makeup collection. She opened the bottle and rubbed the cooling liquid into her legs then rubbed her hands together ensuring they were nice and soft. Returning to the bed Amanda once more picked up her new stockings and rolled the first one before slipping her toes inside. Immediately Amanda could feel the lycra pulling the hose tightly against her foot, a sensation she found she enjoyed even more as she slowly pulled them up her calf and thigh, trying as hard as she could to keep the rear seam straight. The elastane tops were lacy and their jet blackness contrasted sharply with Amanda’s milky white skin and the barely black colour of the hose. It was a colour Amanda had never worn before but liked how it looked, not only giving her legs a slightly darker cast than normal but also appearing to make a dark ‘outline’ at the edges which seemed to define her natural curves.

When both stockings were on Amanda stood in that most awkward of poses with her back to the mirror trying to look over her shoulder to examine the straightness of the seams. She wasn’t impressed; and spent a couple of fruitless minutes trying to align them correctly, each adjustment sending the pieces above and below out of line. With sudden inspiration she called out “Mary. Please come to my room I require your assistance.”

Amanda was pleased when she heard the unmistakable sound of her maids high heels clicking down the corridor in response to her summons. A slightly flustered Mary entered Amanda’s room through the open door. “You called, Miss Amanda. How can I be.” Mary asked politely then on taking in Amanda’s misaligned seams continued sounding genuinely like she wanted to help “Oh I see. Would you like me to help you with those, Miss Amanda. I know how tricky it can be, especially at first.”

“Yes, Thank you, Mary.” Amanda said and turned her back on Mary who obediently knelt behind Amanda. Amanda watched through the mirror as Mary reached out with almost trembling hands and placed them on Amanda’s ankle and gently lifted her foot from the floor. Cradling Amanda’s ankle with her left hand Mary adjusted the stockings fit around Amanda’s toes and heel. This surprised Amanda for she thought the foot was OK, it was the legs that were out of kilter. Then the training Miss Parker had given her kicked in and Amanda realised that she was right, there was nothing wrong with how her stockings fitted over her feet, Mary just wanted to touch them. ‘Oh my god!’ Amanda thought to herself ‘She’s got a foot fetish!’ Amanda almost said something but then, remembering her ‘lesson’ earlier in the day simply allowed Mary to give her ‘attention’ to Amanda’s foot, Amanda storing the information for later.

After Mary had finished whatever it was she was doing with Amanda’s foot she turned her attention to the leg and with very few adjustments got the seams as straight as a die. Amanda continued to watch through the mirror as Mary repeated the process with the other foot and leg. When she was satisfied that everything was now in order and couldn’t find any further excuse to hold her young mistress’s foot any longer, Mary stood and, with Amanda’s permission, hurriedly left the room.

Amanda returned to her bed and looked fruitlessly for any panties, or for that matter a bra. She was just about to go and look for some in a drawer when it dawned on her that Miss Parker probably didn’t want her to wear any. With a smile at what that could mean, Amanda was about to put on the dress when she remembered she wasn’t wearing any makeup and she preferred not to have any makeup marks on her ‘best dress’ and so, naked but for her seamed stockings she went to the dressing table once more and tipped out the contents of her makeup bag. Although these had been added to in the 2 weeks since leaving school it was still a paltry collection. ‘Oh well.’ Amanda thought and was about to start applying some foundation when she recalled that she had a ‘ladies maid’ and for all that Amanda disliked her she had to admit that even at school she had always looked stunning, something that had definitely not changed since. And so with a growing ease she called for Mary.

Almost instantly Amanda saw Mary enter her room with customary “You called, Miss Amanda?”

Amanda explained that she wanted Mary to help her with her hair and makeup so that she could look her best for dinner. Mary obediently kept her thoughts to her self at least until she saw the meagre collection of cosmetics ‘Miss Amanda’ expected her to use.

“What sort of effect do you want to create, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked a little dubiously. Amanda thought for a few seconds, softly chewing on her bottom lip before replying simply “Sophisticated.” Again Mary kept her own counsel as it was not her place to inform her young Miss that she thought ‘tart’ would be a much better and easier effect to achieve.

“Would you mind, Miss Amanda if I used my cosmetics? Only I have much wider selection.” What Mary wanted to add was ‘and much better quality.’ But it wasn’t her place to do so.

“Thank you, Mary.” Amanda replied genuinely touched, if not a little excited at using Mary’s makeup. Whilst Mary was fetching her things Amanda sat in front of the mirror, hair in hand trying to see how it would look ‘up’ rather than in it’s current slightly frizzing state.

“Let me see to that, Miss Amanda.” Mary said as she re-entered the room carrying a large plastic box which she placed beside Amanda’s chair, knelt and opened it, revealing several shelves that concertinaed outwards revealing what Amanda thought must be about every shade of every type of cosmetic there could be. Amanda of course did not know about Mary’s other case, the one she kept her ‘good stuff’ in.

“Turn this way, Miss Amanda.” Mary said still kneeling at the side of Amanda’s chair and Amanda was surprised to find that she didn’t feel at all embarrassed sitting there naked in front of a beautiful blonde maid kneeling at her side and with what she hoped was nonchalance she crossed her right leg over her left knee.

The first thing Mary extracted from her box of tricks was a slightly smudged white elasticated head band that she used to hold Amanda’s hair away from her face allowing her to assess the blank canvas before her. Without looking down Amanda moved her right foot very slowly until she felt her toes touch the lacy trim of Mary’s dress. “Now, Miss Amanda. You said ‘sophisticated’ but I need to know what you consider your best and worst features so I can enhance or detract from them as necessary.”

Amanda had never really considered it before, she liked her mouth and everyone said she had lovely green eyes. “I don’t really know.” Amanda said honestly. “Why don’t you decide and surprise me.”

Mary was a little taken aback at Amanda’s trust, she could, she knew, make Amanda look like a real slut, but her job was a position of trust and without it she was well aware she would start to lose her edge. So she knew she would do nothing to upset her Mistress, even if that meant doing a really good job with Amanda’s makeup. “It will be easier if you close your eyes, Miss Amanda.” Mary informed Amanda who sort of shrugged and let her eyes rest closed.

Deprived of her sight Amanda relied on her sense of smell and touch guessing what Mary was doing and responding willingly to Mary’s instructions like ‘Roll your lips, Miss Amanda,’ after Mary had applied Amanda’s lipstick. Amanda could taste the sweet creamy perfumed paste and found she really like it, it reminded her of kissing her Mommy. Amanda assumed that would be the end of Mary’s attention to her lips but she was not counting on her outlining them with a shade only slightly darker than the lipstick and then applying a layer of gloss.

What Amanda found she most enjoyed however was the feel of Mary’s large makeup brush applying blusher and eye shadow in ever deeper layers.

As Mary continued to apply the cosmetics, transforming Amanda’s appearance Amanda let her right foot move slowly beneath the hem of Mary’s skirt finding first the inside of Mary’s thigh aware of the margin between skin and stocking. The very slight pause in Mary’s attention to her task told Amanda that Mary was acutely aware of this. By the time Mary started to apply Amanda’s eye shadow she had moved very slightly forward and Amanda found the feel of Mary’s satin panties quite exciting although not as much as Mary did.

“Just the mascara now, Miss Amanda. You’ll have to open your eyes for that.” Mary informed Amanda adding with the first hint of humour Amanda had heard in Mary’s voice. “But no peeking until it’s finished.”

“Ok.” Amanda responded with a smile in her voice.

As Mary closed the cap on her mascara she announced. “All done, Miss Amanda. What do you think?” and was rewarded by Amanda curling her toes and ‘inadvertently’ flicking Mary’s satin covered clit as she did so.

Amanda eagerly turned in her chair and was truly flabbergasted with the face that stared back awestruck from the mirror, all thoughts of Mary’s pussy flying from her. “Oh, Mary. It’s beautiful, I’m beautiful. Thank you so much.” Amanda gushed like the schoolgirl she was on the inside if not, after Mary’s delicate work, on the outside.

“I don’t think there’s much we can do with your hair at such short notice, Miss Amanda.” Mary said rubbing the ends of a few strands of Amanda’s curly locks between her finger and thumb.

Amanda was forced by long experience to agree with her maid. However Mary had an idea and said. “Wait here, Miss Amanda.” Mary stood and quickly left leaving Amanda to swivel fully in her chair and gaze upon the beautiful young woman who stared back, eyes now full of confidence and decided there and then that she would learn how to do this for herself. Amanda couldn’t believe that the glossy red lips and deep green shadowed eyes with the long curly lashes above the russet cheeks were really hers. And so jumped, so lost was she in her reverie as Mary said “Here you go, Miss Amanda.”

Amanda watched Mary approach in the mirror and allowed her maid to remove the head band and picking up a brush pulled it through her hair, gathering it into her hand and reminding Amanda with a small pang of guilt of how Rebekah had dressed her hair before her fateful, wonderful, life changing meeting with Miss Parker.

With the whole of Amanda’s hair pulled into her left hand Mary took a small oval of leather with 2 holes just outside the foci. She held the oval against Amanda’s hair and pushed a thin black wooden stick through one hole, under the grasped hair and up through the other hole, pinning Amanda’s hair into a loose ponytail. Had Amanda been able to see the other side of the of the leather oval and, if she had paid attention in classics or algebra, she would have recognised the silver embossed Greek letters lambda, epsilon, sigma, beta, omicron and a repeated sigma. However she would have needed to have paid attention to the road signs on her Greek holidays with her parents to get the ‘joke’. Mary herself was never quite sure, even after her attempts at seducing the friend who had bought it for her as a gift from her days in the sun, whether it had been a joke or a hint.

With the pin in place Mary moved the brush to the underside of the ponytail and proceeded to tease out the hair into a fan below the holding leather. Amanda watched in the mirror as Mary applied her skills to the task she had been given; even if in her ‘real world’ she would no more have dressed someone’s hair than jump off a 30-storey building, that was what servants and menials were for.

“Would you like help with your dress and shoes, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked, her voice faltering slightly and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she said ‘shoes’.

“Thank you, Mary. That would be most helpful.” Amanda replied as she stood whilst Mary fetched Amanda’s dress and shoes. Amanda put one hand on Mary’s shoulder as Mary helped her to step into the dress and then pulled it up, adjusted the spaghetti straps that crossed at the back and adjusted the bodice until hung correctly. Even Mary had to admit that on Amanda the dress looked quite fetching despite the lack of lining or double stitched seams she herself would have insisted on. Then almost reverently Mary knelt and sat back on her haunches in front of Amanda and picked up Amanda’s right shoe and lovingly fitted it, ensuring it didn’t snag Amanda’s stocking. Just as Amanda’s foot was safely inside the second shoe Amanda said. “Maybe next time you could give me a pedicure, Mary.”

Mary felt her pent up excitement building at the thought of trimming, smoothing and painting Amanda’s toes, and stood and a little shakily said. “Yes, Miss Amanda. May I go now only I have to prepare for dinner and I’m already behind.”

With an indulgent smile Amanda dismissed Mary and sat back on the chair losing herself in the beautiful face in the wood framed mirror. As she gazed into the deep green eyes Amanda began to feel angry about what her Mommy had made her do earlier, ‘she had no right to do that!’ Amanda fumed to herself and decided she would take Miss Parker to task at dinner.